His Light

About the story: A take on…What if Klaus had always been there throughout Caroline's life before all the craziness happened? Then he suddenly vanishes without a trace, not one soul with a single memory of him….

Disclaimer: Huge fan, but I don't own any of the original plot line or its characters. I'm just borrowing it for my own amusement.

Chapter 3

This time it was a yellow buttercup that replaced the pink asters. She was running out of flower choices and her mother was starting to become reluctant to bring her over to the flower shop. She didn't know why. Her mother had been distancing herself from Nik for a while now, almost as if she's pretending he didn't exist. No...That couldn't be it. Her mom was the one who saved him in the first place, so there was no reason for it.

It wasn't the focus of her attention, however, as she fluffed Nik's pillow for him.

"Hey Nik, how are you?"

Of course there was no response as he continued to sleep away. She wished she could do that sometimes, but she was expected to always be on time to everything. She did have a perfect attendance award for that past 3 years running now.

"Well, I got you a yellow buttercup this time to replace the pink asters. You probably don't really like pink do you? Most guys don't anyways," she said, musing a little bit about it.

Shrugging it off, Caroline smiled and went to the curtains. She pulled the blinds and let the morning sun shine off Nik's bed, bathing him in a soft glow. It was an early Saturday, but as usually, as meticulous and punctual as Caroline was, she comes early to spend her morning with him. While most children sit at home and watch Saturday morning cartoons, Caroline came to the hospital to come visit Nik...and watch her Saturday morning cartoons there at the hospital.

She claimed her comfy seat once again next to Nik's bedside and took the remote next to his head. No one was making use of it anyways, so she took advantage and clicked on the power button. Flipping through the channels, she stopped at a particular cartoon.

"So, Ferb, what do you want to do today?"

Caroline giggled as she watched Perry snuck off into his secret hideout. She looked towards Nik and smiled.

"I wonder if you were awake, what we would be doing today. It's a really nice day out too," she whispered, "Wish you were able to enjoy it with me."

He wasn't able to hear anything that Caroline was listening too, but he imagined it was something that amused her. All he heard were her soft giggles and her whispered words.

Wish you were able to enjoy it with me..

He felt warm as an uplifting feeling came from within him. She says the sweetest things sometimes even without realizing it.

"If only I could see what you're seeing Caroline."

"You know...If I had a giant action-figured tree house, I'd go over to Matt's and Tyler's place and just show off," She giggled, "It would show them for not allowing girls in their club house. Stupid boys," she muttered in a pouting tone.

She made a sound of contemplation before he felt something next to him. He felt something tickling his ear and suddenly.

"You're not like that are you?"

He can feel her whispering in his right ear, and he assumed the tickling sensation had been a strand of her hair. He was either surprised or ecstatic or maybe both.

She suddenly pulled back. "No, you're not. I bet you're the best gentleman in the world," she proclaimed proudly, "Like a prince."

He mentally chuckled at that. Sometimes, oh special Caroline, goes in this little story of hers' about who he was. It was quite adorable, almost as if she's giving him a story of his own. She was giving him an identity. In her eyes, he was a prince from a long distant land that had been betrayed by his people and ended up vulnerable so he had to leave and ended up in Mystic Falls where he fell into a magical trap where he was forever destined to sleep until, alas, by true love's kiss, he'd be able to wake up.

Nik didn't know who he was, so he wished her story was true. If he could be her prince, a prince in her dreams and imaginations, he would not want to be anybody else.

Still, he can feel it in her voice that Caroline was growing up. He gave up counting the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years that he's been in this state. However, he just wished that she didn't have to grow up so fast. He didn't want her idea of him to disappear into a memory.

If he could...he'd be her prince.